Still sitting in corners, I keep watch on the world, as if through a waking dream
I view the signs as they come, events unfolding still undone, nothing ever as it seems
Insignificant battles pass me by, as philosophers question why, while the shadows divide into teams
Listening to the stories, of other heroes glories, never understanding what to say
As the illusion of time, ever turning lives into rhyme, never keeps the shadows at bay
With wars keeping the world aflame, where everything changes yet is still the same, and every night becomes just another day
Wanting once to have a discussion ignorant of reality free of assumption aware that it can shatter the flow all I know and what it may mean aware that no one wants to see
To act or think is all the same a thought is as dangerous in this game in the unconscious it can only grow
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